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Sunday, August 01, 2004
My obscure spot overlooks a bridge that separates two worlds. It has an eerie yet serene view of tropical trees under the twilight sky, when the grass is still moist with nature’s dew. As tranquil as the grave, yet peaceful as a plateau on a hill in the countryside.
The tropical trees looked rather bald this time. It used to look full-headed, but more gaps are beginning to appear between the leaves. Is it my imagination, or has the number of trees become less? It can’t be caused by the ground beneath it, because the ground doesn’t quake much in this part of the world. The grass is still wet from this morning’s sudden outpour. The bridge still stood the same, holding two worlds together, standing firm in its place.
I’ve been losing eyebrow hair! It used to almost meet in the middle, but the gap between the eyebrows is getting wider with each passing month. Is it my imagination, or has the number of strands getting less? Maybe it was lost because the ground under it folded too often. My hair’s still a little wet from tonight’s session at the pool. There’s still work to be done on dry ground. Have to stretch myself between more than two worlds at one time, but I’m still standing firm in my place.
I remember the last two times I was here. The first time I was here, I was troubled in soul and mind. The air was still and cold. There was an aura of fear that made me keep looking over my shoulder. The place gave me no solution, but it gave me a new perspective.
The other time I was here was when I was mulling over my plans to pursue a change in my life. The place seemed to have changed from my first visit. Its atmosphere was different, as if it were welcoming my presence for the occasion. There was a slow breeze, and the air smelled fresh. The place gave me no new ideas, but it gave me encouragement.
This time, it has changed again. It changed as if it was trying to tell me something.
Seeing how the place seems to change every time I visit it, it leads me to ponder on one thing. I’m curious... is it the place that changed each time, or is it me?
I wonder how my fourth visit will be like.
The tropical trees looked rather bald this time. It used to look full-headed, but more gaps are beginning to appear between the leaves. Is it my imagination, or has the number of trees become less? It can’t be caused by the ground beneath it, because the ground doesn’t quake much in this part of the world. The grass is still wet from this morning’s sudden outpour. The bridge still stood the same, holding two worlds together, standing firm in its place.
I’ve been losing eyebrow hair! It used to almost meet in the middle, but the gap between the eyebrows is getting wider with each passing month. Is it my imagination, or has the number of strands getting less? Maybe it was lost because the ground under it folded too often. My hair’s still a little wet from tonight’s session at the pool. There’s still work to be done on dry ground. Have to stretch myself between more than two worlds at one time, but I’m still standing firm in my place.
I remember the last two times I was here. The first time I was here, I was troubled in soul and mind. The air was still and cold. There was an aura of fear that made me keep looking over my shoulder. The place gave me no solution, but it gave me a new perspective.
The other time I was here was when I was mulling over my plans to pursue a change in my life. The place seemed to have changed from my first visit. Its atmosphere was different, as if it were welcoming my presence for the occasion. There was a slow breeze, and the air smelled fresh. The place gave me no new ideas, but it gave me encouragement.
This time, it has changed again. It changed as if it was trying to tell me something.
Seeing how the place seems to change every time I visit it, it leads me to ponder on one thing. I’m curious... is it the place that changed each time, or is it me?
I wonder how my fourth visit will be like.
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